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Dilated Peoples – Rework The Angles Lyrics

also* featured on sway and king tech's "this or that" [a

it out now I
work the angles like off, the cushion in the sidepocket Electrifying
like a live socket Hit
em with all flavors yup, We
tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers I'm, talkin papers Or
keep it realer and, see me on a iron caterpillar On
point like a killer plus, ready to, deliver Type
gifted treat, the mic right or, I might rip it Critics
dig my style cause I write different no, hype I
just kick it low-lifes, they, wanna get it I
shine like the ice when I hold mics everytime, Got
every dime sayin, this nigga so nice you, know what They?
so right you, get stuck I'll, go twice Lit
it up when I blow mics [evidence]

mic precise require, sacrifice That's
no hassle the, master got more loops than lassos Y'all
hear me they? all conspiracy theories Worthless
like, testing ev' defeats the purpose Since
the beginning intrigued, by pot and attentive women Breakbeats
and windmills on concrete Covered
by cardboard seafloor, to skyline Bottom
line in, rhyme yo put, in time you shine That's
right sometimes I get so hyped I
feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic I
aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless Regular
average, mediocre, makeshift, To
all my dj's with, skills you got a lotta This
ain't on your mixtape yo, it coulda been hotta The
method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles Don't
go to them let, em come to you and, work the angles [defari]

sleep on I, leave your knee torn like, sehorn Liquid
mc storm like, children of the corn a, wild freeform Of
energy mentally, fit to last a century Like
centuries one, double-zero translate to victories You
kiddin me me come? wack that's not my history Kidnap
the wack and break his ankles remember, +misery+ Lyrically?
you're skatin out of control Work
the angles 'round the globe from, newark to south pole It's
so cold that mc's catch pneumonia I'm
airborne from, l a.to. barcelona I
rock heads from pomona out the bronx Drop
the sure needle contact now, watch me launch Dj's
you, jugglin that, means I'm bubblin Defari
on the remix fix this, shit is thunderin Picture
me fumblin or droppin the ball That's
like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall [iriscience]

if a brother gets the best of me Ain't
no use in sniveling and blaming the referee Fuck
that I, strip the mic with tenacous d Kick
it up to evidence yo, kick it out to me Line!
up the three trifecta, stroked properly Rocca
I, work the angles triple opticly The
hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly My
g is god what's, your g for geometry, This?
man of war beats cold on the seashore An
deeo enough to take it to the sea floor Every
single beat bangs like a c-4 We
drop beats why, you asking what the beat for The?
spitfire fighter dilated entity I'm
learning shockers like shockra building energy While
barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's I'm
always been independent that's, word to beni b It's
guaranteed [xzibit]

t-shirts and slingshots I, bust khakis out bounce, to the weed spot Naturally
me, and my faculty never play with this I
used to love h e.r.too. but, now I fucking hate the bitch She's
sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips But
that's alright because, all she do for me is pay the rent And
keep it moving got, a bad habit of losing my cool Acting
a fool breaking, out tools and, making the whole corwd move Towards
the exit this, be the next shit we, got you dilated Hotter
than satan the, repeated parole violations Xzibit
work the angles cordless, to dirty angels How
the west was won with: microphones and turntables
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